Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

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Oreki Gen didn't ask who she was at this time because he guessed who it was.

Instead, he blinked his eyes and said, "Is it okay? There's no need to force it."

"If you don't want to see me, forget it."

Maybe he would think it's a bother? After all, it's such a strange thing... Otherwise, when he first knew my secret, he wouldn't have acted so indifferent...

But the next moment, Oreki Gen said with a smile on his face.

"I want to see you."

"Hmm?" Asagiri Ran was a little surprised, and saw the boy thought about it and said.

"I never thought of something like this before, but now that I think about it, it might be quite interesting, so please, okay, let's go."

He waved his hand without expecting the other party to say goodbye to him, turned around and walked towards the long and quiet street.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his back, dragging his long shadow.

The wind blew the girl's hair away, and her eyes looked a little confused.

Slowly, when the other person's back disappeared, she raised her hand and waved.

Then lower your head.

Spoken words that only the wind could hear.

"Summer will be over when we meet again."

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97: There is no way I will let you go

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The birds in the courtyard perched on the tiles and looked around.

The Night Queen tulips that are not in bloom crave sunlight and snatch dew.

This is certainly not Oreki Gen's hometown. In fact, the boy has not returned to his hometown yet. It is already a day after the final exams and the holiday.

But because of a certain girl, Oreki Gen had to postpone his plan.

Fortunately, I didn't buy tickets in advance.

"Focus a little. Do you really have to tell me what concentration means?"

The girl behind the drawing board poked her head out, her expression looking very dissatisfied, but as soon as her eyes came out, her gaze was fixed on a certain part of the boy's body.

no way.

Stripped again.

How should I put it? Oreki Gen felt like a girl in a brothel who met a customer with strange habits.

Instead of rushing up to get down to business, she asks you to change into various clothes and play various roles, and you can't refuse, which is disgusting.

Alas, if someone saw this, this kind of thing would probably be on the hot search list for a long time.

The boy who looked like a Greek sculpture looked at Sakuraba Mitsuki helplessly.

"That's not necessary. I just want you to concentrate. I'm in a hurry to get home."

"Just talk less and cooperate with me and it will be quick."

"Red bean paste?"

"Shut up."

"Oh."

I was so bored that I even wanted to adjust the trajectory.

Oreki Gen felt like a wild beast that was gradually being tamed. From the beginning, he felt he couldn't let go, but now he was quite frank and had no hindrance at all in posing in various postures... But this was probably the effect that Sakuraba Mizuki wanted.

So the folding wood strings are also quite cooperative.

This period of time was a bit boring. I could only see Sakuraba Mizuki constantly sticking his head out, taking a look, then looking away and starting to take action.

I have to say, this is how painting should be done.

It was unlike the previous two times when he pounced on her before she even started writing.

This time it took a very long time. Oreki Xian kept changing his posture under the other party's instructions. It took more than two hours.

Sakuraba Mizuki finally stopped writing. The girl, as if she had accomplished something big, let out a long sigh of relief and stood up.

Oreki Gen raised his head and looked at her.

"Did you finish the painting?"

Sakuraba Mizuki stood not far away, looking down at Oreki Gen who was lying on the ground. He was like a person who had eaten and drunk his fill after finishing his work.

When one is well fed and well clothed, he will think about sex, which will give rise to subtle impulses and a hidden heat spreading in his heart.

"I won't draw much today."

"it is good."

Oreki Xian nodded, then sat up and put on his clothes.

Sakuraba Mitsuki looked at him.

"Why are you in such a hurry to put on your clothes? Did I tell you to?"

The boy looked at the other person in confusion and put on the T-shirt.

"How about I go out and show it to your family?"

"Stop playing dumb."

Sakuraba Mizuki directly rode on Oreki Ken's waist. She tried to press down the boy's shoulders and make him lie down again.

There was a strong sense of dissatisfaction and hidden fire in his eyes.

"Weren't you expecting anything else?"

She wondered, how could he not be moved by her at all? She was not an ordinary person, not something that could be easily obtained. Instead, she was the one that all the men outside dreamed of, but could not even get close to.

And I have given him so many gifts. Maybe he is a little stubborn, or maybe it is a bit of willpower, but he should also be looking forward to the recurrence of certain things.

Only in this way can I deepen his infatuation and dependence on myself, gradually gain control over him, and gradually enjoy the unique beauty of this toy.

Instead of putting on clothes immediately like now.

Does he really think he's at a disadvantage? What a joke!

However, Oreki Xian was looking at him strangely at this moment: "What am I looking forward to? I am looking forward to taking the bus home, looking forward to returning to the familiar environment, and looking forward to my entire summer vacation."

"And me?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki stared into his eyes intently. Although he failed to push him down, it seemed that he had temporarily prevented Oreki from moving freely.

Oreki looked into the girl's eyes.

"What do you want me to expect from you, Sakuraba-san?"

Sakuraba Jianyue narrowed his eyes, and the light in his eyes gradually became dangerous.

"I wish your body could be as hard as your mouth."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what Sakuraba-san means. I think that since the painting is finished, today's business is over. I should go home. I have booked a ticket back to my hometown tomorrow. As for the future, we will talk about it after the summer vacation is over."

He seemed very calm, and the expression on his face was a little too clear.

It was clear that this wasn't the situation that should have happened in such a state. I was sitting on him, with my arm around his shoulders.

So Sakuraba Kentsuki leaned towards the boy, narrowing the distance between their faces inch by inch.

As if they could exchange breaths.

Her waist was twisting slightly, barely noticeably, but the other person could definitely feel it because the feeling of the touch against his buttocks was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal.

Exchanging breaths, she smiled and looked at the boy's eyes which were gradually becoming deeper.

"Look, I told you that you were honest. What's the point of pretending all the time? You pretend you have no interest in me, but you still can't control your instincts. What's the point, Oreki Gen?"

Oreki Gen looked at the other person's eyes which were becoming more and more charming. She seemed very proud. The boy's reaction proved her charm.

It seems that we can already hear the triumphal song of conquest.

Oreki Gen's expression remained calm.

"This only proves that I am a normal man, and it doesn't prove anything else. By the way, Sakuraba-san has such a noble status, why do you use it to do such a thing to me? If the reason is just to prove your own charm, wouldn't it be too outrageous?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki became angry again.

"What else? Do you think I like you?"

"Is not it?"

Oreki Gen said with a smile that his body did react, but at that moment he had no urge to take action.

Until Sakuraba Jianyue curled the corners of his mouth, coldly and contemptuously.

"Don't think too much. I don't need a reason to do anything. I don't need you to understand what I do with your narrow vision."

Oreki Gen seemed helpless.

"There's no other reason. I just don't want someone to make fun of your noble body, given your distinguished status."

Sakuraba Mizuki's expression became even more gloomy.

"I want to do this. What qualifications do you have to control my behavior?"

Oreki Gen said as a matter of course: "Then you shouldn't restrict my freedom."

Sakuraba Jianyue sneered.

"This is my privilege. This is what you have to endure in front of me. I can restrict your freedom. I can even stop time. What can I do if you are not convinced?"

Until this sentence.

Oreki Gen smiled.

Sakuraba Mizuki was still doubting the meaning of the other person's smile the previous second, and the next second.

rub--!

"what....!"

It was a bit embarrassing, but I couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Because Oreki Gen actually stood up directly from the ground. At the same time, he stretched out his hands to prevent Sakuraba Mizuki's body from falling, and held the other's waist tightly.

Sakuraba Mitsuki's actions were completely instinctive at this time. She hugged Oreki Ken's neck, and then instinctively wrapped her legs around the other's waist and abdomen, like a koala.

But this is still not the end.

"boom."

Sakuraba Mitsuki felt the hardness behind her. She opened her eyes and uncontrollably revealed a look of shame and anger.

"Asshole...! How dare you..."

Oreki Gen not only picked her up, but also pushed her against the wall.

This posture allows Sakuraba Mizuki to fully feel the other person's fiery and thriving talent.

At this moment, he also compressed the space between the two of them, and their chests collided uncontrollably.

The distance was so close that their faces were almost touching.

The hot breaths exchanged with each other. Was the atmosphere ambiguous or dangerous? She felt panic for the first time.

"Are you scared now?"

Oreki Gen said with amusement.

Sakuraba Mitsuki adjusted his expression and sneered at the other party coldly.